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It is officially the start of a new decade.
How Does That Feel?
I’m going to be honest, the realization that an entire decade has elapsed, is surreal.
For a lot of Millennials, it was our first decade as adults – we were thrust into this new world as “contributing members of society,” only to come face-to-face with a recession.
Remember that? I do.
In 2009, I was 21 and a junior in college. Twenty-fucking-one.
For reference, I’m edging thirty-fucking-two in 30 days.
I started undergrad at 18 with the assumption that I would:
go to college > get a good job > date> marry well > have a baby > discover life with my “new” family.
In exact that order.
Listen, the dreams of the typical Midwesterner are simple: you basically mirror what your parents did. Perhaps fall off-the beaten path for a few years, but eventually make your way back home.
A recession was not in the cards nor the proliferation of technology that would go on to complicate the dating landscape. Don’t even get me started…
I remember breaking up with my long-term boyfriend in 2012 and thinking: “how am I supposed to meet people?!” Tinder wasn’t quite a thing yet and being social outside of an academic structure seemed unlikely for me.
I was pushed toward the pits of hell called “online dating” – OkCupid, Match.com. Truth be told, I had been meeting people off the internet since my MySpace days, but we don’t need to talk about that…
My psychic abilities failed to tell me I would be making my way into the arctic jungle full of fake progressives known as Minneapolis, let alone the west coast.
Or have brain hemorrhage.
The universe cackles.
Obviously, this was my biggest challenge and subsequent triumph of the decade. My core was shaken: physically, mentally and emotionally. Shit got real. Radiation. Rehab. Depression. “WhAt Am I dOiNg WiTh My LiFe?!”
That whole bit.
I decided to start a blog when no one was blogging anymore.
Lol.
And now I’m writing a book about it.
I lived this past decade as a 20-something:
The opportune time to make mistakes without critical judgement. More often than not, people will blame your stupidity on your youth. Trust me, I’ve made a lot of mistakes and continue to fuck up every now and again.
I’d like to think I have the tools to process and navigate those situations with much more ease, these days.
Thank you, life. Shitty relationships. Aimless career moves. Precarious situations I had no business being in. Bad sex. Poorly maintained friendships. Lemon drop shots and 15 years of therapy off and on.
If you catch me in a good mood, on the right day, when I’m not ovulating and the weather’s nice…I’ll probably still be down for a lemon drop shot.
Also: when we’re talking about fuck ups, your mileage may vary.
If you did it right, you brought some major keys with you into your 30s.
If you did it wrong [and by “wrong,” I simply mean: you spent zero time in introspection and learned nothing] you will repeat those gaffes in your 30s.
If you’re like most of us, you did some half-ass introspection and self work only after an terrifying situation woke you the fuck up, somewhere between the ages 27-32. That first BIG meltdown is a doozy.
You realize how difficult putting the actual work in is and decide to “do the rest later.”
Let’s be clear: in certain areas, you will not get the same grace at 30 that you would have at 25.
My most recent ex learned this the hard way.
In 2009, I couldn’t wait for college to be over. I was one of the not-so-lucky-few that had tumultuous college experience, leaving me with little to no friends, no contacts and no network to tap into.
Next to that, the world was telling me that my financial future was bleak.
I was still hopeful and bright-eyed – yes, the economy was a big heaping pile of shit, but I just knew I could sift through it and figure it out.
I had time and naivete on my side.
You don’t know what you don’t know…until you do.
It is officially the start of a new year.
What Does That Look Like?
I’m sure you’ve read tons of articles hearkening in 2020, reflecting on the past year. My 2019 – as I mentioned in my Instagram stories – was subpar. Not all of it, but a lot of it. The downward trajectory began in mid June after returning to Seattle from my trip home.
Unfortunately, things that I thought would get done, did not get done; there were a lot of fails and setbacks both personally and professionally.
It wasn’t a great year, guys.
A lot of my personal goals are heavy. Large. They take time. Energy. Effort.
My thoughts about 2020 are this: I am optimistic. I know everyone is declaring 2020 as their year, but I feel it in my spirit that I will finally bring to fruition some of the projects/goals I’ve been working toward over the past 4 years.
Honestly, it’s like being back in undergrad with a better support system, more money, slightly better sex and a bit more insight into how the world works.
I guess that’s all I can ask for.
Cheers!
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